Post by athena mccarthy. on Aug 17, 2008 16:08:00 GMT -5
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[/size]Cause I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,
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hello, the name's, athena perséphone mccarthy.
but people tend to call me, thena, narcissa.
I turned , ( just ) twenty-one.
on , october 31st.
so that means I've been living, fidm.
when the days over i like me some , bisexual.
[/color][/font][/size]I've seen a palace in London,
I've seen a castle in Wales,
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well, my hair is, bittersweet chocolate/ blond. .
and I love my eyes, they're, bright blue / mocha.
and my skin colors this really cool, olive.
mainly because I'm , irish, scottish, american.
I measure up to , 5"9.
no Seattle Sutton's for me ! the scale says , 100lbs. (normally.)
but it's kind of cool that I have , different coloured eyes , big lips
and my style blows yours away , boy-like , eccentric , uninspired.
so over - all , Athena is one of those beautiful, unusual people you can't get out of your mind for days at a time. Her appearance is rather miserable and mysterious, she doesn't often smile but when she does she displays almost all of her straight, white teeth. Athena is definitely not your stereotype of a girl, Pamela Anderson - esque , and regardless of her name does not have the body of a Goddess. What could you first notice about her ? In Athena it is obviously her eyes, they are very well suited to her/ when you think you've gotten somewhere with her, you're really back to square one. Her left eye is noticeably her favorite, as she only ever ( when she wears eye makeup ) makes her left eye look rather stunning, and her right is always left unnoticed. Let me explain, Athena's left eye has the eye condition "Heterochromia": supposedly Athena's grandmother had it when she was alive, so it is more than likely that she inherited it from her. For the most part it is a brilliant cobalt blue, with white thunderbolt representative designs clashing through. However, on the left side during the middle of the iris there is a solid falu red patch, leaving trails of Islamic hazel in its way. Normally her eyes are wide-open and alert, scouring the rooms for sign of somebody that she knows, she somehow always manages to look sinful and wicked. This usually, for most people sends off the signal that she's not approachable, and when people let Athena into their lives most of the time they wish they'd of paid heed to their instincts. Athena often sits very close to people, studying them in a way that she looks like she's taking pictures, she frequently jokes she has a 'photographic memory' but the amount of times she utters the words "I've seen you somewhere before !" its probably the most truthful thing she has said to a person.
Her nose isn't something that people usually comment on, its button, its petite and its there on her face. Need she say more? Needless to say, Athena gets giddy when she discusses her lips. Athena's lips are plush and pretty like candyfloss, and are always open to kissing invites. Athena kisses everyone, regardless of whether it is a married man, a toddler, her mother in a distressed mood . . . Athena has most likely conquered that. Back to basics, they are in the shape of an indefinite Cupid's bow- a long, elegant drawn out 'M' shape is what you see, and a plumper bottom lip contradicting its usually wiry state. Athena never really goes a bundle of slapping lipstick or lip gloss onto her lips, they are usually moist enough themselves as she is often found licking them: a habit she has had from childhood. Athena has always had carnation pink cheeks, invisible pearl blusher seemed to be splashed around her cheeks far too precisely for a child of her age - and Athena's natural glow has stuck with her ever since, at one time in her life earning her nickname of 'pikachu', but as she grew up she watched the other girls apply blusher like they would a clown- and she was grateful.
What girl doesn't love their hair? Athena certainly can feel part of the female generation when she looks at her hair. A metallic gold has been the color for many years, sandy natural blond highlights growing from her roots thick and quickly. She had always had thick, beautiful hair. She didn't indulge in countless products ( Though you can be sure her mother brought her many. ) From a young age she acted like she used the shampoo, when really she was emptying it and replacing it with water for either Silas' or her-selfs enjoyment. When Athena straightens her hair, it looks beautiful and always looks professionally pin-straight. Her hair takes to the heat like some sort of energy movement and sticks like static to her hair for at least a day after she's had it done. Normally, her hair is bouncy with a kinky curvaceous curl complacently drifting below her dainty shoulders. Athena's hair is cut once every two weeks, a routine that has gone undisturbed for many weeks, regardless of her poor punctuality between the staff members and her friends. Athena's hair is usually up, in a messy bun or a slick ponytail- but the girl never strays from her shoulder, regardless of it being pinned up. When she had it up, or down, there is never many static problems- nor does her hair frizz under pressure from the weather. However, one thing that she would say was negative about her hair is that after it was chemically straightened a year in her teens, when rain comes into contact with the tresses they form a rather loose, but efficient curl for everyone to see. And Athena hates curly hair, especially on herself.
Height & Weight is something that Athena has struggled with over the years, and no, don't get any ideas about her being anorexic or bulimic or any other self-induced psychological problems. Stuck with quite a lot of Food Allergies and almost refusing to eat anything with Meat in it ( not because she wanted to be a vegetarian, she just hated the taste of meat - eating animal products wasn't a big deal. ) Athena was stuck on a lot of different pills to help her food, soon enough her appetite became ravenous and when she was about ten she was almost suffering from being horrifically overweight. Her dad called it "Puppy fat." but obviously, it wasn't at all. Soon enough her brothers and mother would make comments about it, especially her mother. Ciara McCarthy decided at one point she was going to start creating children's clothing, and soon enough the ex-actress' designs spread like wildfire. Whenever Athena stepped out with her mother in public and some flat, skinny thirteen year old would be trying on the McCarthy range Athena would just about die. They'd almost gawp at Athena with as much dignity as a kitchen goldfish and ask repeatedly if she was Ciara McCarthy's daughter, and then as soon as she replied with a "Yes" look at her disgustedly, obviously expecting Ciara's daughter to be some overly beautiful childstar, but it was no such luck. At one point she tried to starve herself, it lasted a whole hour before she searched under her pillow for her designated chocolate bars, and when she couldn't find any she decided she'd rummage around Caesar's room for his chocolate stash. Only when she didn't find any she went straight for a discarded pretzel, stuffing it into her mouth and as soon as she had suffering malicious stomach pains. Needless to say she spent that night in hospital. And let me tell you, that drastically helped her diet- she lost about a stone or two on her now enforced diet and was soon looking sleek, this time being picked on for having chicken legs.
Scars, exactly like everyone else Athena has her own personal scars. There aren't many noticeable ones on Athena McCarthy's pure, lily white skin. However, there is one on her wrist- usually it is covered up by a piece of jewelery, so I suppose when you notice it it looks even more suspicious. Basically, the story is, Athena was due to go get a vaccination and when she did the woman was holding what literally looked like an 18nch needle and she panicked. When "Auntie" West went to put the needle into Athena's limp wrist she quickly snatched it away, producing a thin cut across Athena's skimpy wrists. She didn't cry, even though tears glazed over her unchanged eyes and suddenly brightened as she arrived in the ever so familiar hospital. Otherwise, there are few and far between scratches and cuts across her body- and there is always bruising from where she's been clumsy enough to fall on her face, hit her funny bone etc . . . all of which have not been funny !
And of course she has the minor piercings. Ciara took her to get her ears pierced when she must have been at least two years of age. She didn't want them done, but Ciara had insisted that she would love them & would thank her later. Athena didn't thank her later, and later that night she pulled the studs out of her sore ears and hid the studs in her cabinet. Ciara was furious and wanted to take her back the next day, but luckily enough Anthony stepped in and made sure it didn't happen. . . and Ciara went off to stalk one of her son's. Athena has come back with quite an assortment of piercings, some of which her mother and father probably don't even know about at this day and never will. There is somethings that are better left untold.
but people say I look like , rosie huntington-whiteley.
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I love, accents, russia, headphones, flirting, her dogs, cyberspace, apples, dresses, good luck charms, bonfires, wintry, eating, horror movies, skinny dipping, indie bands, low budget movies, white chocolate, black men, hygiene, pet rescue tv, animal planet, children‘s books, radio, static hair, ringlets, french language, ebay, silence, smirking, wine glasses, small coffee shops, toddlers, spending money, her brothers, easter, hour phonecalls, vacations, jewellery, high heels, peach lipstick, chanel, yves saint laurent, jean paul gaultier, men’s watches, boxers, bubblegum, trashy coloured hair, big boobs, sushi, kissing, calpol, imports, concerts, the moon, laughter, sex, public display of affection, running, cafés, notes, love letters, opal fruits, you tube, mother of pearl, victorian bags, parker pens, ireland, documentaries, oscar wilde, camilla & charles macaulay, red hair, pale complexions, white lily’s, greece, harajuku style, meditating, yoga, yoghurt, xylophones, x-rays, white teeth, dimples, routines, other people’s routines, jealousy, cookie dough, licking the spoon, bob dylan, iced tea, bug sunglasses, inheritance, family trees, hospitals, hands.
but I really despise, accents, russia, headphones, flirting, her dogs, cyberspace, apples, dresses, good luck charms, bonfires, wintry, eating, horror movies, skinny dipping, indie bands, low budget movies, white chocolate, black men, hygiene, pet rescue tv, animal planet, children‘s books, radio, static hair, ringlets, french language, ebay, silence, smirking, wine glasses, small coffee shops, toddlers, spending money, her brothers, easter, hour phonecalls, vacations, jewellery, high heels, peach lipstick, chanel, yves saint laurent, jean paul gaultier, men’s watches, boxers, bubblegum, trashy coloured hair, big boobs, sushi, kissing, calpol, imports, concerts, the moon, laughter, sex, public display of affection, running, cafés, notes, love letters, opal fruits, you tube, mother of pearl, victorian bags, parker pens, ireland, documentaries, oscar wilde, camilla & charles macaulay, red hair, pale complexions, white lily’s, greece, harajuku style, meditating, yoga, yoghurt, xylophones, x-rays, white teeth, dimples, routines, other people’s routines, jealousy, cookie dough, licking the spoon, bob dylan, iced tea, bug sunglasses, inheritance, family trees, hospitals, hands.
I personally think I'm pretty good at, making people smile, being bendy, blowing big bubblegums, sweet kisses, keeping friends, kooky nature, natural high, approachable, independant, eskimo kisses, smiling even when upset, loving people no matter what, loving broken people, making peace, fixing other people’s relationships, knowing when to say “no”, her optimism, hiding emotion.
though I should really work on , standing physical pain, her loved ones, having favourties, follows people, one people person, potentially clingy, over reactive, falling for actions rather than the person, superficial, misleading, spelling, being responsible, speaking publicly, drinking fluids, lying.
people tend to tell me I'm ,
vacant[/font] because, the lights are usually on, but nobody's home.
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but basically, I'm , ». / Her brother; "Athena? Now there’s a topic I can say both everything and nothing on. Allow me to explain; Athena is paradoxical, contradictory, and – above all – infuriating. There have been times when I’ve spoken to her for hours on end, and by the time she eventually tires of my company, I don’t feel I know her any better than I did in the first place. Whilst she comes across as open and friendly, she’s actually far more of a closed book than anyone else I know, her thoughts always surprising me whenever she chooses to voice them, and eluding me entirely whenever she does not. I think she’s like that with everyone, though, and after a while you get used to it, though sometimes she can really shock people. It’s something we share in common – the desire to shock and surprise people, that is – but recently she’s become a lot more daring in her attempts to then I ever have been, which is both admirable and retarded, if you ask me. She gets more bizarre the older she gets, I swear, but I suppose it’s part of her charm."
». / Ex boyfriend; " quot; "Haha this is funny that you're bringing her up. Is this some kind of sick joke? Am I on one of those celeb reality shows? Athena, I guess was once the girl you could call the love of my life. Maybe she still is I dont know. She's just it's so hard to explain. If you had asked me when were dating I would have told you she was the sweetest, funniest, well rounded girl you'd ever meet. She had the most personality of any girl I'd ever known. What made it worse or better I don't know which is that she was my best mates sister. Then we she told me she was pregnant I was all for her and being there but then just like that she was gone. Back on point, she became someone I thought I didn't know. She didn't care about the kids she was going to have but more about herself and her new weird ass boyfriend. All in all she is a pretty selfish girl. She puts her needs before anyone else including her children but she is the most amazing girl you will ever meet in your entire lifetime. She has a way of making you smile when she enters a room. Any song you hear about a beautiful girl on the radio you'll think of her and she's not just another dumb girl. She's got brains. Yeah I guess you could stay I still love her but what's past is past."
». / Childhood friend; " Usually, kids are thrown together in childhood and they make bonds that last their whole lifetime. Well, no, not exactly here. It was clear right from the very start how Athena loved her own company, and only her own - unless her brother Caesar happened to walk by of course, but that was completely normal, then. "
». / Rival; "CIDISDDS!"
». / Acquaintance; "Athena’s one of those girls you spot in the classroom easily. She’s either talking to no-one, or herself. For the most part she always looks quite miserable and hard-done-by, even though when you put it all into perspective you can see that none of the McCarthy’s are hard-done-by at all. So, what was this reason that I asked Athena out ? Simple, she was perhaps the only person to talked to me like I was normal, and considering I’d be pushed immediately into the ‘geek’ category without a blink an eye, I was pretty grateful - its not that she’s in the highest clique of the school or anything, because believe me, everyone knows Athena’s just one of those girls who… float about, but it meant something to me. Then, it was time for our first date and I went all out - completely cut my hair, ditched the glasses for contacts, got better clothes all to impress her - even brought a bouquet of roses. But it turns out, when I met her for our date she was almost less than impressed! And then she broke up with me, because I had ‘changed’ needless to say, I never talked to her again after being so quite clearly humiliated with all the onlookers we had- not that Athena had cared, but I suppose that’s our story. "
». / Dentist; "AJKAJKA in yo surgery, fixin yo teef."
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I figured I was the one ,
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I came from, chicago, illonois.
well my father .. ,
coming in at , 47.
he supported us by , working with oil.
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onto my mother ,
coming in at , 45.
she helped too, by , on/off.
in the end she's quite ,sex in the city-esque. [/ul]
and then they had kids ,
silas mccarthy / youngest adoptive brother.
cassius mccarthy / middle brother.
cæsar mccarthy / older brother ..[/ul]
then it was time for my own ,
n/a.
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and my one and only pet(s) , icarus, sable german shepherd.
& the good and the bad, in depth history here, 600+ words
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[/size]but I understand your sadness so
I guess I should just hold my tongue ,
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[/size] hello, I'm shel[/color]. I play a mccarthy[/color]and her playmates, named "i'm working on it"[/color]. I myself have seen fourteen[/color]summers and I plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in something to do with ldn[/color]. I've been in this part of town for 2[/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that (an advert that was made by) holly[/color]told me about this island resort? she's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my aim is nifapplicable[/color], my msn's nifapplicable atm unless you ask[/color], and my email's nifapplicable unless your an admin ;][/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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-----you’re such a good friend, I have to break your heart.
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-----------T[/font]he informative beep of her laptop lead her to believe that somebody was contacting her, and as urgent as that message was Athena couldn’t bring herself to leave the tiny space that was separating her from the ground a good few floors below her. Inhaling sporadically, she took a few simple seconds before miserably exhaling. She looked very much like an old French Movie star at that very moment in time, though she was sure her own demise would not be down to drugs - the way she was going did not seem very promising. Finally taking her last drag on her unloyal white and brown friend, she lay it to rest in a cliché draw that most women seemed to have about. Shutting it with a bang her dog emerged looking awfully proud to have brought the slipper back, and now was greedily devouring it. As she sat back down on the floor, moving her finger twistedly on the small black patch the screen animatedly flickered into practise, there was a message from Cillian Romano. That boy was certainly interesting to the youngest McCarthy, she was fascinated by men - and although she perhaps loved and loathed women more, she could not help but admire the sensual sexy way they seemed to keep track of soccer matches down to their latest notch on the bedpost. Swiftly typing up a less than short reply she found that somebody else had responded to her. . . Paul, a 42 year old man - he may have had a receeding hairline like Jude Law ( sans the attractive, masculine face. ) but he knew how to bring a twinkle to the young girl’s eye, he was a great gamble to take but Athena was glad she didn’t pass up on the chance of meeting him. Infact, Paul was the guy who had brought her the most expensive thing she had owned, a silver bracelet which she had pawned the moment her grandmother passed away - in hopes of buying beautiful lilac and white flowers to decorate an urn that had once been quarter filled by Saoirse McCarthy’s ashes. Now, it was filled with water and decaying flowers. Saoirse had always said that when she died she would rather be burned, which most of the McCarthy clan reluctantly agreed too. Athena had scattered her in a small field, it held absolutely no reference to her grandmother other than the simple fact Athena was hanging onto: the fact she loved kids, and the fact that Athena would never reproduce and give her a grandkid, hence the fact a field where a lot of kids play = a happy deceased grandmother, in some twisted turn of events.
-----------A[/font]nd then it happened, the cd became jammed, playing in a stuck sound ‘causing Athena one of the biggest headaches she could have had in a while. Adding a sassy ‘bye, babe’ to Paul’s sweet ‘hay bbe’ she appeared offline, pushing herself up with a struggle, off of the dingy floor of her flat- turning off the cd player with a hearty slap, resulting in a loud echo and bruise on the cd player’s outer shell, “Oh, for fuck’s sake .[/font]” Athena cursed, instantly nibbling ravenously on her second finger on her right hand - when she almost ripped the skin she gave a jaunty yelp and let the finger fall from her parched pink lips. It was surprisingly quite a short walk to the beautiful Trousdale Estates, where Cillian’s house was. She had subconsciously forgotten (ignored) to call Daisy to see if she could make an appearance at Cillian’s. It was spiteful of her, but in a wicked attempt to ensure that she got the best out of her night, she couldn’t invited Daisy. There would be less stuff for her to use, and would honestly cut her time with Cillian like Sweeney Todd in his barber shop. Though Athena knew if Cillian wanted to instigate anything with Athena, he would do so whether or not Daisy was there, she couldn’t help a small part of her remind her how graceful and beautiful Daisy Van Buren was, thus, she would completely spoil such chances with Cillian Romano. That in mind, Athena knew that neither Cillian or herself were a love-sick pair, smitten with sights of each other; she still wanted something to happen tonight. With her already clouded pre-conceptions of how the night was going to turn out, she would of course have to do her part if Cillian got lazy after taking something.
-----------S[/font]ituations like this reminded her of when she had been dating Annabelle Gray, her first official girlfriend. She had been a great lover - sexually seductive but emotionally Athena could not connect with her, it was mutual. However, when Annabelle disappeared, note in tow of how she ‘couldn’t do this’, Athena began to think there was something wrong with her. Athena’s warped mind played various jokes joyously, yet imaginatively springing from the most insane places. When Athena had been loved in that way, however, she completely turned the opposite way to most people. She was not nicer, it just meant she flirted with women a whole lot more, and was perhaps less confident than she was in any other situation. Every love song effortlessly made her sick to her stomache, and Athena was sure there were no butterflies flitting around in her body, apart from those in her head- messing and stirring with her conceptions and morals.
-----------T[/font]he next sequence of actions were a blur. A surreal one, since knocking impatiently at Cillian’s door and finding it ajar, much to her annoyance she walked inside the place - admiring various pieces of artwork which adorned the hallway she was stepping into. As she soon found the living room where Cillian was situated she sexily sashayed to a position on her couch. Smiling and kissing the corner of his mouth, her trademark of sorts Athena’s eyes twinkled mischievously upon seeing rows of white crystals in front of her. Finding a razor scattered within hands reach, she began merrily chopping up the rocks with amazing precision. The way Athena was acting was no like a kid in a candy store, but rather like a famous woman in her golden years - ruining any bit of potential and intelligence she had entered Romano’s house with and thrown it away carelessly. “Do you have a bill ?[/font]” Athena asked, watching Cillian summon a green note she took it from him, laughing slightly at how smooth and casual the whole situation was. Throwing her hair back over her shoulder and looking up at Cillian out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly cupped her hand around the tiny rocks, her note in tow as she leaned down to the coffee table sniffing until she could feel the gritty things dissappear, twitching her nose and rubbing the ends delicately she suddenly arose, checking in her reflection in the polished coffee table there were no obvious traces of the white powder - and smiling up at Cillian, “Your turn .[/font]” she told him rather childishly, raising one of her eyebrows inquisitively and waiting for him, waiting eagerly to see what he would do. Whilst subtly listening to the music in the background, trying to work out who was singing whilst she waited impatiently but occupied enough.
status[/font] , finished, unfortunately !
music[/font] , fuck like a star -
porcelain and the tramps .
outfit[/font] , click !
word count[/font] , 1983, rubbish ! c:
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